Poetry competition CLOSED 6th May 2016 2:57am
WINNER
Artemios
Artemios
DUP's NaPoWriMo 2016
NaPoWriMo 2016
(April 21-25)
April 21, 2016
Gym day
I went to the gym
yesterday
I had a couple of beers
afterwards.
Poem cancelled.
April 22, 2016
Personal thorns
You turn the TV on and you see
a shark drowning in the oxygen
because he needs H2,
a baby drowning in the H2
because he needs oxygen,
you see many people alive
enjoying the “carnival”
dressed like they were other people
or fruits or animals, rarely humans.
You see glamour, you see mourning
you see a screen full of inaction.
Then you take the newspaper
and you read your horoscope
for the day, the month, the whole year
and then you cut the pages
you take the cleaning product
and you wash away the dirt of your mirror.
Now you are ready to smile;
you wear your self - protect gloves
and you start cutting out
the thorns of your body, mind and soul.
April 23, 2016
Three size world
i. Imperfection
One of the two eyes is beautiful,
the other one is sad and ugly.
The right part of the face
is better than the left one and vice versa.
Both hands are fat, while
both legs are thin and extremely white.
ii. Truth
Inside the belly there is the large bowel
full of shit, in need of anus.
Inside the chest there is the heart –one size-
full of shit, in need of love.
Inside the head there is the mind
full of shit, in need of oblivion.
iii. Despair
Then there is the world.
Inside the world there is you.
No more to say.
April 24, 2016
Lost
But what is happening
with all the images that got lost
because nobody was there
to write them down
nobody to talk about them
or draw them somehow?
Nobody, and they get lost.
If somebody have kept them alive
-vampire memories-
how many things we would know more
how many things we wouldn’t have lost?
But what is happening
with all these moments
Where do they go when they are lost?
Can it be that they go to our fantasy
can it be that this is the way
that people in love are born;
through each moment
that have never been captured
or through each time we wonder why?
But what is happening
with all these loves
that they call them endless?
What kind of cables
connect them so permanently
and how many Sundays skip them gently?
Images, moments, loves,
everything is getting lost
and then born again of being lost
and I find myself unable
to find the essential on the details.
April 25, 2016
Awake
I was living my life
trying to be
the last person in the world
to fell asleep.
But you see,
there was always some person
in some part of the world
that was falling asleep after me.
So one day I quit
and I started sleeping
and it was then
that it felt like I was awake
for the first time in my life.
Copyright ©2016 Artemios Moulos. All Rights Reserved.
(April 21-25)
April 21, 2016
Gym day
I went to the gym
yesterday
I had a couple of beers
afterwards.
Poem cancelled.
April 22, 2016
Personal thorns
You turn the TV on and you see
a shark drowning in the oxygen
because he needs H2,
a baby drowning in the H2
because he needs oxygen,
you see many people alive
enjoying the “carnival”
dressed like they were other people
or fruits or animals, rarely humans.
You see glamour, you see mourning
you see a screen full of inaction.
Then you take the newspaper
and you read your horoscope
for the day, the month, the whole year
and then you cut the pages
you take the cleaning product
and you wash away the dirt of your mirror.
Now you are ready to smile;
you wear your self - protect gloves
and you start cutting out
the thorns of your body, mind and soul.
April 23, 2016
Three size world
i. Imperfection
One of the two eyes is beautiful,
the other one is sad and ugly.
The right part of the face
is better than the left one and vice versa.
Both hands are fat, while
both legs are thin and extremely white.
ii. Truth
Inside the belly there is the large bowel
full of shit, in need of anus.
Inside the chest there is the heart –one size-
full of shit, in need of love.
Inside the head there is the mind
full of shit, in need of oblivion.
iii. Despair
Then there is the world.
Inside the world there is you.
No more to say.
April 24, 2016
Lost
But what is happening
with all the images that got lost
because nobody was there
to write them down
nobody to talk about them
or draw them somehow?
Nobody, and they get lost.
If somebody have kept them alive
-vampire memories-
how many things we would know more
how many things we wouldn’t have lost?
But what is happening
with all these moments
Where do they go when they are lost?
Can it be that they go to our fantasy
can it be that this is the way
that people in love are born;
through each moment
that have never been captured
or through each time we wonder why?
But what is happening
with all these loves
that they call them endless?
What kind of cables
connect them so permanently
and how many Sundays skip them gently?
Images, moments, loves,
everything is getting lost
and then born again of being lost
and I find myself unable
to find the essential on the details.
April 25, 2016
Awake
I was living my life
trying to be
the last person in the world
to fell asleep.
But you see,
there was always some person
in some part of the world
that was falling asleep after me.
So one day I quit
and I started sleeping
and it was then
that it felt like I was awake
for the first time in my life.
Copyright ©2016 Artemios Moulos. All Rights Reserved.
Art, thank you! I'm so glad to receive your FOURTH 5-poem entry almost on schedule, with (only) two more entries left to go! With the emotion this exercise has a participant like yourself pack into each piece, by the time you're done, you'll feel how it has changed you as a writer!
--Jade
--Jade
Hi All!
There's still a whole eight days left, so it's time for the latest update on how things are here at the moment:
👉OxyMoronicMe, with FIVE ENTRIES.
👉Hepcat61, with FIVE ENTRIES.
👉Artemios, with FOUR ENTRIES.
👉_shadoe_, with FOUR ENTRIES.
We're coasting toward the finish line... See you there!
--Jade
There's still a whole eight days left, so it's time for the latest update on how things are here at the moment:
👉OxyMoronicMe, with FIVE ENTRIES.
👉Hepcat61, with FIVE ENTRIES.
👉Artemios, with FOUR ENTRIES.
👉_shadoe_, with FOUR ENTRIES.
We're coasting toward the finish line... See you there!
--Jade
(My sixth and final 5-poem entry)
DUP NaPoWriMo 2016
May 1-5
May 1st
Gathering
(a Sonnet)
He fills both hair and arms to glory her
With all the flowers lavender and blue.
Draws scent to waiting nostrils blossoms' stir
That seems to match the tremor of their hue.
He shakes the dewdrops all until they're gone,
To rain upon her eyes and lips between.
She so adores the muted light of dawn
That keeps the colors of her buds pristine.
The other colors of this pallet bring
A daisy wheel of yellow, red and peach,
To give to her a rainbow arc of spring,
And give to him her love within his reach;
In future parting seasons, colors fade,
Their scent, however, never dies away.
May 2nd
Headlines
Witchcraft in a Bowie song.
David really laid 'em down,
Smooth as bourbon served up neat,
Favorite way, without the ice,
From a cut lead crystal glass,
While I sit to rest my feet.
Only got Dixie Cups, nice,
Which is fine by this ol' gal.
Super 8 Motel, room 6,
Somewhere in the 'bama sticks,
Right off of the Interstate,
Where the boyfriend couldn't wait.
But I beat him to the punch.
Caught them fixin' to have lunch
In the middle of the night!
Had me fixin' for a fight...
.......*
Kickin' back across the bed,
Starin' at the TV stand,
Nuthin' runnin' through my head
'Cept the sight of blood's red flow;
Where it comes and where it goes,
Scattered sequins 'cross the floor.
Dragged her out back to the bin,
Through the mud after the rain,
Wasn't feelin' no more pain--
That's the bin I left her in.
Boyfriend nekked, on the fly,
Didn't even say good-bye,
Left behind his cellular.
Cut her 'cross the jugular
Usin' just a butter knife;
Headlines read, "HE LEFT HIS WIFE"...
.......*
I <i>still</i>hear David Bowie,
Just like he's singin' to me.
May 3rd
Eastern short poetry
(haiku/senryu/tanka
i: (haiku)
a chorus of tree frogs
convene
for a sunset song of green
ii: (senryu)
I want to be a cricket
in your pants
to rub your leg with mine
iii: (haiku)
solstice moon—
I stand at ocean's edge
which stone is mine
iv: (tanka)
ghost town storefront—
faded words read:
"purveyor of spirits
and fine wine"
v: (tanka)
jungle drums,
exotic bird calls,
the park's playground
and the natives
are restless
vi: (senryu)
I'm a flower
the sun coaxes open
to be gathered
vii: (tanka)
I don't wear slips
but if I did
they would shimmer,
the way you
make me shiver
viii: (tanka)
like migratory birds
we go where
the sun will have us
until clouds
roll in again
ix: (haiku)
I brush my long hair
till it shines
an ink-black river
x: (tanka)
a robe
for one
wrapped around two
sloughs as we turn
as one
xi: (tanka)
neither modesty
nor the walls
can deny the cadence
of our passion
xii: (senryu)
the moment arrives—
my breath hangs over his
watching summer's moon
xiii: (senryu)
a warm night dances with stars,
a warm night of stars
dancing on my skin
xiv: (senryu)
delve your faith deep,
as the potter into the clay
on his wheel
xv: (senryu)
birds reveal the sky to us
we beget the moon
xvi: (tanka)
I contemplate him
lying
in needful repose;
a nebula seen
edge on
xvii: (tanka)
resonating in the
warmth of
a late afternoon—
the earthy taste
of his grappa
xviii: (tanka)
tiny energies—
movements
within my dreams,
or are they
your fingertips
xix: (tanka)
this night,
as still as I've known
but for one bird
who trills: "come to me,
will you? will you?"
xx: (tanka)
when he's away,
I'm a june bug
banging
against a screen
on a summer's night
xxi: (tanka)
steaming
cups of green tea
soothe
the passions—
we study for final term
xxii: (tanka)
I wear a pendant
of a dragonfly
entombed in amber—
will you remember me?
May 4th
Rainbow
As a child camping with family, I ventured
from our double tent into the chilled air
come dawn after a night-long downpour,
when Yosemite was clean & brilliant, in
morning filtered through the branches
of more pine trees than one could fathom,
to my favorite vantage, the smooth outcrop
of granite that rose from the path I walked
each day, to a cold, chattering stream.
Climbing atop and standing in the silence
on the concave expanse of stone, I beheld
overhead, the arc of a rainbow!
The myth of what I might find at one end
took over my imagination, so I
slid back down, and off I went to explore,
'till soon, there it was, below in a clearing:
the rainbow's end, surrounded by
a council of trees a quarter-mile thick!
Instinctively, I climbed down the slope,
to excitedly stake my claim,
to bathe in a spectrum of its colors.
But as I approached in breathless want,
the colors began to quickly fade
into the trees, until nothing remained.
Such was the folly of what I'd hoped for,
and to now be left with only a mem'ry.
For years I mourned, thinking, if only I'd
stayed at a distance to enjoy what I had,
yet since I've grown, with each passing year,
I've come to know the gift of that rainbow
truly was... the gold at its end.
May 5th
Jitterz: my alter-ego is a cat
From my ruff honey'd licks and whiskered kisses,
The young clever kitten of orange sherbet fur
And sly almond eyes, making amber hisses,
Foil your advances with the arch of my purrrr.
Ringtail coiled soft 'neath your deviated nose,
And I spritely leap up when you puff and sneeze;
Did I really do that? Heaven only knows,
So Mummy, while I nuzzle, my catnip please.
And soon after dinner, it's time for a lounge,
You know how I love to curl up on your lap
And bat at your hand while I playfully scrounge;
You won't mind if I give a little love tap.
The clock on the mantle is chiming goodnight.
This kitten bounds into the bedroom apace,
To wait for her Mummy to turn out the light
So she can resume curling up on her face.
Copyright ©2016 Jade Pandora. All Rights Reserved.
DUP NaPoWriMo 2016
May 1-5
May 1st
Gathering
(a Sonnet)
He fills both hair and arms to glory her
With all the flowers lavender and blue.
Draws scent to waiting nostrils blossoms' stir
That seems to match the tremor of their hue.
He shakes the dewdrops all until they're gone,
To rain upon her eyes and lips between.
She so adores the muted light of dawn
That keeps the colors of her buds pristine.
The other colors of this pallet bring
A daisy wheel of yellow, red and peach,
To give to her a rainbow arc of spring,
And give to him her love within his reach;
In future parting seasons, colors fade,
Their scent, however, never dies away.
May 2nd
Headlines
Witchcraft in a Bowie song.
David really laid 'em down,
Smooth as bourbon served up neat,
Favorite way, without the ice,
From a cut lead crystal glass,
While I sit to rest my feet.
Only got Dixie Cups, nice,
Which is fine by this ol' gal.
Super 8 Motel, room 6,
Somewhere in the 'bama sticks,
Right off of the Interstate,
Where the boyfriend couldn't wait.
But I beat him to the punch.
Caught them fixin' to have lunch
In the middle of the night!
Had me fixin' for a fight...
.......*
Kickin' back across the bed,
Starin' at the TV stand,
Nuthin' runnin' through my head
'Cept the sight of blood's red flow;
Where it comes and where it goes,
Scattered sequins 'cross the floor.
Dragged her out back to the bin,
Through the mud after the rain,
Wasn't feelin' no more pain--
That's the bin I left her in.
Boyfriend nekked, on the fly,
Didn't even say good-bye,
Left behind his cellular.
Cut her 'cross the jugular
Usin' just a butter knife;
Headlines read, "HE LEFT HIS WIFE"...
.......*
I <i>still</i>hear David Bowie,
Just like he's singin' to me.
May 3rd
Eastern short poetry
(haiku/senryu/tanka
i: (haiku)
a chorus of tree frogs
convene
for a sunset song of green
ii: (senryu)
I want to be a cricket
in your pants
to rub your leg with mine
iii: (haiku)
solstice moon—
I stand at ocean's edge
which stone is mine
iv: (tanka)
ghost town storefront—
faded words read:
"purveyor of spirits
and fine wine"
v: (tanka)
jungle drums,
exotic bird calls,
the park's playground
and the natives
are restless
vi: (senryu)
I'm a flower
the sun coaxes open
to be gathered
vii: (tanka)
I don't wear slips
but if I did
they would shimmer,
the way you
make me shiver
viii: (tanka)
like migratory birds
we go where
the sun will have us
until clouds
roll in again
ix: (haiku)
I brush my long hair
till it shines
an ink-black river
x: (tanka)
a robe
for one
wrapped around two
sloughs as we turn
as one
xi: (tanka)
neither modesty
nor the walls
can deny the cadence
of our passion
xii: (senryu)
the moment arrives—
my breath hangs over his
watching summer's moon
xiii: (senryu)
a warm night dances with stars,
a warm night of stars
dancing on my skin
xiv: (senryu)
delve your faith deep,
as the potter into the clay
on his wheel
xv: (senryu)
birds reveal the sky to us
we beget the moon
xvi: (tanka)
I contemplate him
lying
in needful repose;
a nebula seen
edge on
xvii: (tanka)
resonating in the
warmth of
a late afternoon—
the earthy taste
of his grappa
xviii: (tanka)
tiny energies—
movements
within my dreams,
or are they
your fingertips
xix: (tanka)
this night,
as still as I've known
but for one bird
who trills: "come to me,
will you? will you?"
xx: (tanka)
when he's away,
I'm a june bug
banging
against a screen
on a summer's night
xxi: (tanka)
steaming
cups of green tea
soothe
the passions—
we study for final term
xxii: (tanka)
I wear a pendant
of a dragonfly
entombed in amber—
will you remember me?
May 4th
Rainbow
As a child camping with family, I ventured
from our double tent into the chilled air
come dawn after a night-long downpour,
when Yosemite was clean & brilliant, in
morning filtered through the branches
of more pine trees than one could fathom,
to my favorite vantage, the smooth outcrop
of granite that rose from the path I walked
each day, to a cold, chattering stream.
Climbing atop and standing in the silence
on the concave expanse of stone, I beheld
overhead, the arc of a rainbow!
The myth of what I might find at one end
took over my imagination, so I
slid back down, and off I went to explore,
'till soon, there it was, below in a clearing:
the rainbow's end, surrounded by
a council of trees a quarter-mile thick!
Instinctively, I climbed down the slope,
to excitedly stake my claim,
to bathe in a spectrum of its colors.
But as I approached in breathless want,
the colors began to quickly fade
into the trees, until nothing remained.
Such was the folly of what I'd hoped for,
and to now be left with only a mem'ry.
For years I mourned, thinking, if only I'd
stayed at a distance to enjoy what I had,
yet since I've grown, with each passing year,
I've come to know the gift of that rainbow
truly was... the gold at its end.
May 5th
Jitterz: my alter-ego is a cat
From my ruff honey'd licks and whiskered kisses,
The young clever kitten of orange sherbet fur
And sly almond eyes, making amber hisses,
Foil your advances with the arch of my purrrr.
Ringtail coiled soft 'neath your deviated nose,
And I spritely leap up when you puff and sneeze;
Did I really do that? Heaven only knows,
So Mummy, while I nuzzle, my catnip please.
And soon after dinner, it's time for a lounge,
You know how I love to curl up on your lap
And bat at your hand while I playfully scrounge;
You won't mind if I give a little love tap.
The clock on the mantle is chiming goodnight.
This kitten bounds into the bedroom apace,
To wait for her Mummy to turn out the light
So she can resume curling up on her face.
Copyright ©2016 Jade Pandora. All Rights Reserved.
NaPoWriMo 2016
(April 26-30)
April 26, 2016
Wrinkles
Let’s not fool ourselves
wrinkles
are made
of sadness
and happiness
or
of sadness
and happiness
are made
the wrinkles
let’s not fool ourselves
or
your wrinkles I loved.
April 27, 2016
Immigrant heart
He has loved that much
that his heart got sick.
They brought him a new one
from another world
-an immigrant one-
refugee of his life.
She learnt to speak his feelings
and now he can love again,
she learnt to take his steps
and now he can dance again.
April 28, 2016
December testimony
When you go, December is coming,
the last witness of the year’s trial.
Love is innocent for another time
the guilt is always guilty
and me sited
on the stool of a peculiar nostalgia
having love for mitigating
and my heart for a lawyer,
I swear to your lips
not to kiss me again
the truth and nothing but the truth
and with my hand onto the dream
that we wrote together
I promise
that on my next wish
I will not kill any star.
April 29, 2016
Defenseless chocolates
At the market
defenseless chocolates
sweet gender
like the kisses
that I look for
during the night
when I’m awaken
from loneliness’s
hypoglycemia.
April 30, 2016
Not me
Why are you complaining?
You have everything I loved
except of me.
I kept myself the last minute
before you go to change me.
Copyright ©2016 Artemios Moulos. All Rights Reserved.
(April 26-30)
April 26, 2016
Wrinkles
Let’s not fool ourselves
wrinkles
are made
of sadness
and happiness
or
of sadness
and happiness
are made
the wrinkles
let’s not fool ourselves
or
your wrinkles I loved.
April 27, 2016
Immigrant heart
He has loved that much
that his heart got sick.
They brought him a new one
from another world
-an immigrant one-
refugee of his life.
She learnt to speak his feelings
and now he can love again,
she learnt to take his steps
and now he can dance again.
April 28, 2016
December testimony
When you go, December is coming,
the last witness of the year’s trial.
Love is innocent for another time
the guilt is always guilty
and me sited
on the stool of a peculiar nostalgia
having love for mitigating
and my heart for a lawyer,
I swear to your lips
not to kiss me again
the truth and nothing but the truth
and with my hand onto the dream
that we wrote together
I promise
that on my next wish
I will not kill any star.
April 29, 2016
Defenseless chocolates
At the market
defenseless chocolates
sweet gender
like the kisses
that I look for
during the night
when I’m awaken
from loneliness’s
hypoglycemia.
April 30, 2016
Not me
Why are you complaining?
You have everything I loved
except of me.
I kept myself the last minute
before you go to change me.
Copyright ©2016 Artemios Moulos. All Rights Reserved.
Entry #6
May 1
SHADOW LANDS
(a sonnet)
For seven years I’ve walked in shadow lands
Prisoner to my seeming happy lie
My wounded soul’s blood on her jailor’s hands
Bound in arbitrary commands’ comply
Could never measure her world’s hard expects
My only crime to act her perfect one
The truth I sought to share, she full rejects
And sentenced me to life in love half done
For seven years a ghost in shadow’s light
Awaiting this escape for seven years
For seven years a wraith in her midnight
Imprisoned seven years chained in her fears
At sentence end, are prisoners set free
Let this year prove to be my jubilee
May 2
Blooms
(a villanelle)
It’s with the night’s descent our flower blooms
To show with lunar light its varied hues
Arousing love’s ascent with its perfumes
She has my heart with all its love assumes
As my heart does her love wholly infuse
It’s with the night’s descent our flower blooms
Our bodies, too, our blushing love consumes
For none the other ever could refuse
Arousing love’s ascent with its perfumes
With moonlight comes our rhythmed love resumes
First she then I will douse in midnight dews
It’s with the night's descent our flower blooms
In sheens brought deep from our love’s fragrant plumes
To bring again when spent love’s airs confuse
Arousing love’s ascent with its perfumes
A hardy stem pink petal folds presumes
To hold aloft that coming dawn renews
It’s with the night's descent our flower blooms
Arousing love’s ascent with its perfumes
May 3
BEARDED IRIS
(a sonnet)
I love her bearded iris’s display
Those silken flares in blush and rosy hues
Its brightly colored nib in dark array
A glistening of love in morning dews
The fleshy petals subtle openings
Aroused in darker tints at time’s progress
Exposes nether tongue and with it brings
The hope of love fulfilled at deep impress
The lightly scented folds attracting those
Who in their soft liquor would find the taste
Of life it shows when its full gape expose
And gives them pause to tarry without haste
Her bearded iris' wet reflecting sun
It’s there that I’d remain ‘til day is done
May 4
Renga – NOBLE PATH
i
dharma
river's path in dark mountains
sea reflecting sun
ii
sangha
geese flying head to wing
home in all lands
iii
buddha
open from mountain’s peak
dawn reveals all
1
vision
eyes open
takes a step
2
thought
cranes aloft
then birds take flight
3
speech
barking dogs
a word silences
4
behavior
softest steps unheard
panther walks unseen
5
livelihood
with or without our thought
in fields lilies’ bloom
6
effort
step after step
home and journey
7
mindfulness
all senses reveal
what is and is not
8
contemplation
where there is no light
even shadows shine
May 5
THE DAY I WAKE TO FIND YOU
(a sestina)
The day I wake to find you lying there
With twisted sheets in morning sleep with me
To find your face in close relief aware
And know the feel of your hand on my skin
Your sleepy eyes as they slowly embrace
That you and I become our day’s first sight
To wake and have your wonder fill my sight
Recalling my last view, you sleeping there
Once claiming love in ourselves' full embrace
In giving all to you and you to me
To trade our "words for words" in "skin for skin"
That we in love become fully aware
For touch enthralls our verse in flesh aware
Ourselves from page to naked in our sight
As if our poems found in formly skin
Had brought us face to face in loving there
So we became as one this you and me
And sent our bodies gifts of gates embrace
I rise for you as you for me embrace
Senses engage electric and aware
My reveling in you as you in me
Honor in touch and taste in sound and sight
That in our want we bring each other there
A worship born in words, complete in skin
As we anoint, awash the other’s skin
With open gates of higher love's embrace
Now lost in afterglow collapsing there
The hum we feel together now aware
We taking joy in all that fills our sight
Spent love’s expression shining, you and me
Enfolding then, as sleep takes you and me
Our bodies touch as if we had one skin
Eyes slowly close enjoying one last sight
Together still as new dream worlds embrace
Though sleep has claimed, we remain aware
That we in loving arms entwining there
To drift in dreams ‘til new dawn’s sights embrace
When your hand on my skin brings me aware
The day I wake to find you lying there
May 1
SHADOW LANDS
(a sonnet)
For seven years I’ve walked in shadow lands
Prisoner to my seeming happy lie
My wounded soul’s blood on her jailor’s hands
Bound in arbitrary commands’ comply
Could never measure her world’s hard expects
My only crime to act her perfect one
The truth I sought to share, she full rejects
And sentenced me to life in love half done
For seven years a ghost in shadow’s light
Awaiting this escape for seven years
For seven years a wraith in her midnight
Imprisoned seven years chained in her fears
At sentence end, are prisoners set free
Let this year prove to be my jubilee
May 2
Blooms
(a villanelle)
It’s with the night’s descent our flower blooms
To show with lunar light its varied hues
Arousing love’s ascent with its perfumes
She has my heart with all its love assumes
As my heart does her love wholly infuse
It’s with the night’s descent our flower blooms
Our bodies, too, our blushing love consumes
For none the other ever could refuse
Arousing love’s ascent with its perfumes
With moonlight comes our rhythmed love resumes
First she then I will douse in midnight dews
It’s with the night's descent our flower blooms
In sheens brought deep from our love’s fragrant plumes
To bring again when spent love’s airs confuse
Arousing love’s ascent with its perfumes
A hardy stem pink petal folds presumes
To hold aloft that coming dawn renews
It’s with the night's descent our flower blooms
Arousing love’s ascent with its perfumes
May 3
BEARDED IRIS
(a sonnet)
I love her bearded iris’s display
Those silken flares in blush and rosy hues
Its brightly colored nib in dark array
A glistening of love in morning dews
The fleshy petals subtle openings
Aroused in darker tints at time’s progress
Exposes nether tongue and with it brings
The hope of love fulfilled at deep impress
The lightly scented folds attracting those
Who in their soft liquor would find the taste
Of life it shows when its full gape expose
And gives them pause to tarry without haste
Her bearded iris' wet reflecting sun
It’s there that I’d remain ‘til day is done
May 4
Renga – NOBLE PATH
i
dharma
river's path in dark mountains
sea reflecting sun
ii
sangha
geese flying head to wing
home in all lands
iii
buddha
open from mountain’s peak
dawn reveals all
1
vision
eyes open
takes a step
2
thought
cranes aloft
then birds take flight
3
speech
barking dogs
a word silences
4
behavior
softest steps unheard
panther walks unseen
5
livelihood
with or without our thought
in fields lilies’ bloom
6
effort
step after step
home and journey
7
mindfulness
all senses reveal
what is and is not
8
contemplation
where there is no light
even shadows shine
May 5
THE DAY I WAKE TO FIND YOU
(a sestina)
The day I wake to find you lying there
With twisted sheets in morning sleep with me
To find your face in close relief aware
And know the feel of your hand on my skin
Your sleepy eyes as they slowly embrace
That you and I become our day’s first sight
To wake and have your wonder fill my sight
Recalling my last view, you sleeping there
Once claiming love in ourselves' full embrace
In giving all to you and you to me
To trade our "words for words" in "skin for skin"
That we in love become fully aware
For touch enthralls our verse in flesh aware
Ourselves from page to naked in our sight
As if our poems found in formly skin
Had brought us face to face in loving there
So we became as one this you and me
And sent our bodies gifts of gates embrace
I rise for you as you for me embrace
Senses engage electric and aware
My reveling in you as you in me
Honor in touch and taste in sound and sight
That in our want we bring each other there
A worship born in words, complete in skin
As we anoint, awash the other’s skin
With open gates of higher love's embrace
Now lost in afterglow collapsing there
The hum we feel together now aware
We taking joy in all that fills our sight
Spent love’s expression shining, you and me
Enfolding then, as sleep takes you and me
Our bodies touch as if we had one skin
Eyes slowly close enjoying one last sight
Together still as new dream worlds embrace
Though sleep has claimed, we remain aware
That we in loving arms entwining there
To drift in dreams ‘til new dawn’s sights embrace
When your hand on my skin brings me aware
The day I wake to find you lying there
Geoffreyyy, you.are.the.first... to finish the WriMo with the posting of your sixth 5-poem entry, an awesome finale, thank you, and congratulations! Now you can chill while the last three days of the comp sail by...
Jade
Jade
Jade-Pandora said:Geoffreyyy, you.are.the.first... to finish the WriMo with the posting of your sixth 5-poem entry, an awesome finale, thank you, and congratulations! Now you can chill while the last three days of the comp sail by...
Jade
Thank you, Jade...
I didn't know if I could really produce at that level... a poem a day seemed like a lot...
but it was actually great, and I got to try some new forms and get some fare ink out of it...
Thanks for your hosting,
Geoff
Jade
Thank you, Jade...
I didn't know if I could really produce at that level... a poem a day seemed like a lot...
but it was actually great, and I got to try some new forms and get some fare ink out of it...
Thanks for your hosting,
Geoff
Hi All!
It's hard to realize that we are at the eleventh hour so to speak, with less than two days left in the competition! And that means it's also time for an updated post about how the intrepid participants are doing at this point:
👉OxyMoronicMe, with FIVE ENTRIES, and ONE MORE to go!
👉Hepcat61, with ALL SIX ENTRIES IN!
👉Artemios, with FIVE ENTRIES, and ONE MORE TO GO!
👉_shadoe_: Katja had to drop out for personal reasons even though her four entries are still in the thread. She is wished the very best!
Meantime, we are ever closer to the goal. See you there!
--Jade
It's hard to realize that we are at the eleventh hour so to speak, with less than two days left in the competition! And that means it's also time for an updated post about how the intrepid participants are doing at this point:
👉OxyMoronicMe, with FIVE ENTRIES, and ONE MORE to go!
👉Hepcat61, with ALL SIX ENTRIES IN!
👉Artemios, with FIVE ENTRIES, and ONE MORE TO GO!
👉_shadoe_: Katja had to drop out for personal reasons even though her four entries are still in the thread. She is wished the very best!
Meantime, we are ever closer to the goal. See you there!
--Jade
NaPoWriMo Final Batch
Burden
May 01, 2016
©Oxy2016Dup/NaPoWriMo 2016
(May 01-05, 2016) All Rights Reserved
Bleeding within
glowing with pain
No one's the wiser
who would have thought
That beyond your jolly exterior
A grieving soul lurks?
Morning sun shines
Your ready smile
Mask everything inside
Momentarily tucking in
All your sorrows
All your sufferings.
As the eve approaches
Dancing lights in the dark
Deceives the crowd
Celebration fronts
The coming funeral
Of your dying spirit
With chances and catches
All just passing thru
Some you grabbed
Some escapes you
With time and tide
Like ghost and nemesis
If Only
May 02, 2016
©Oxy2016Dup/NaPoWriMo 2016
(May 01-05, 2016) All Rights Reserved
She could have been
A beauty queen
With height and wisdom
And a good heart
She could have been
An A student
And becomes a doctor
Or a teacher, or a lawyer
She could have been
A home maker
Devoted and caring
To her children, to her other half
She could have been
A lot of things
If only she lives
And not a stillborn
Vera Victoria
Should have been embossed
In a Diploma
And not engraved in a tombstone
If only...
R.I.P
May 03, 2016
©Oxy2016Dup/NaPoWriMo 2016
(May 01-05, 2016) All Rights Reserved
Lay me down besides her
Don't you move us anywhere
Let me be with her
At that original resting place
Under the canopy
Of that old Talisay tree
Where the grass are green
Where spring never dries
Let me be with her
In the afterlife
When our bodies returned to dust
Together we may be one again
Like when I carried her
Full of life inside my womb
I know she's waiting
For my return to her being
When time had come
And the life I'm living
Finally comes to its end
Know that I am happy
To go with no regrets
I had lived with all of you
But will live thru always
With her eternally
My Little One
May 04, 2016
©Oxy2016Dup/NaPoWriMo 2016
(May 01-05, 2016) All Rights Reserved
Don't you cry for me
My little one
I may have perished
But I will lived on
As long as you remember.
Don't you forget me
My little one
I might be absent
But I'm always present
As long as you feel.
Carry on my legacy
My little one
I'm with your very blood
Your every being
For as long as you are alive
You are my love
My little one
The manifestation of my life
The proof of my being
Long after I am gone.
So don't you cry
Don't you forget
You are my legacy
You are my love
My little one.
(For when I am gone
I want my first born son
To read this and smile
At my funeral)
Wake-up Call
May 05, 2016
©Oxy2016Dup/NaPoWriMo 2016
(May 01-05, 2016) All Rights Reserved
I am sorry my love
For being careless
For being selfish
For being who I am
I carried you for months
Thinking all was well
Taking for granted prenatal care
Ignoring all health risks
I smoked, I consumed gin like water
I hated rest and worked so damn hard
My heart was broken
My spirit shattered
No cry came from you
No motion, no breathing
Just you all blodied and wrinkled
I couldn't even hold you
All exhausted and energy depleted
My consciousness escapes me
Come the morning I was catatonic
Time and space eludes my sanity
For a time I was crazy depressed
For a time my mind deceived me
Busily planning your christening
Calling friends to be your godparents
No one dared to contradict
No one dared to oppose
No one dared to slap me to my senses
Until you did.
In my dreams you were real
So pretty in your pigtails
So graceful in your pink dress
You kept smiling at me
I felt the warmth in your embrace
Your voice so sweet whispered...
"Mommy, wake-up!"
Burden
May 01, 2016
©Oxy2016Dup/NaPoWriMo 2016
(May 01-05, 2016) All Rights Reserved
Bleeding within
glowing with pain
No one's the wiser
who would have thought
That beyond your jolly exterior
A grieving soul lurks?
Morning sun shines
Your ready smile
Mask everything inside
Momentarily tucking in
All your sorrows
All your sufferings.
As the eve approaches
Dancing lights in the dark
Deceives the crowd
Celebration fronts
The coming funeral
Of your dying spirit
With chances and catches
All just passing thru
Some you grabbed
Some escapes you
With time and tide
Like ghost and nemesis
If Only
May 02, 2016
©Oxy2016Dup/NaPoWriMo 2016
(May 01-05, 2016) All Rights Reserved
She could have been
A beauty queen
With height and wisdom
And a good heart
She could have been
An A student
And becomes a doctor
Or a teacher, or a lawyer
She could have been
A home maker
Devoted and caring
To her children, to her other half
She could have been
A lot of things
If only she lives
And not a stillborn
Vera Victoria
Should have been embossed
In a Diploma
And not engraved in a tombstone
If only...
R.I.P
May 03, 2016
©Oxy2016Dup/NaPoWriMo 2016
(May 01-05, 2016) All Rights Reserved
Lay me down besides her
Don't you move us anywhere
Let me be with her
At that original resting place
Under the canopy
Of that old Talisay tree
Where the grass are green
Where spring never dries
Let me be with her
In the afterlife
When our bodies returned to dust
Together we may be one again
Like when I carried her
Full of life inside my womb
I know she's waiting
For my return to her being
When time had come
And the life I'm living
Finally comes to its end
Know that I am happy
To go with no regrets
I had lived with all of you
But will live thru always
With her eternally
My Little One
May 04, 2016
©Oxy2016Dup/NaPoWriMo 2016
(May 01-05, 2016) All Rights Reserved
Don't you cry for me
My little one
I may have perished
But I will lived on
As long as you remember.
Don't you forget me
My little one
I might be absent
But I'm always present
As long as you feel.
Carry on my legacy
My little one
I'm with your very blood
Your every being
For as long as you are alive
You are my love
My little one
The manifestation of my life
The proof of my being
Long after I am gone.
So don't you cry
Don't you forget
You are my legacy
You are my love
My little one.
(For when I am gone
I want my first born son
To read this and smile
At my funeral)
Wake-up Call
May 05, 2016
©Oxy2016Dup/NaPoWriMo 2016
(May 01-05, 2016) All Rights Reserved
I am sorry my love
For being careless
For being selfish
For being who I am
I carried you for months
Thinking all was well
Taking for granted prenatal care
Ignoring all health risks
I smoked, I consumed gin like water
I hated rest and worked so damn hard
My heart was broken
My spirit shattered
No cry came from you
No motion, no breathing
Just you all blodied and wrinkled
I couldn't even hold you
All exhausted and energy depleted
My consciousness escapes me
Come the morning I was catatonic
Time and space eludes my sanity
For a time I was crazy depressed
For a time my mind deceived me
Busily planning your christening
Calling friends to be your godparents
No one dared to contradict
No one dared to oppose
No one dared to slap me to my senses
Until you did.
In my dreams you were real
So pretty in your pigtails
So graceful in your pink dress
You kept smiling at me
I felt the warmth in your embrace
Your voice so sweet whispered...
"Mommy, wake-up!"
NaPoWriMo 2016
(May 01 - 05)
May 01, 2016
I want to cry
My life is so wonderful, so nice and so meaningful
I don’t know how I became the perfect example,
the prototype of something called happiness,
smiling to death gives me a fake charisma.
But I, I know myself a bit more than I need him
I know that there is a thing that I really miss,
once I hated but now I need it
I miss crying like I miss my sister who is far away
I miss the desperate screams for something
I wanted too much and couldn’t have
I want to cry again and again,
I want to liberate all the spread parts of my insane inside.
Today I met myself in the elevator,
-the one I know and not the one I now explore-,
he just said “hello” to me and I got scared and I said
“oh my god you scared me”
I went out to smoke a cigarette
to think of the reason why I can’t cry.
Why we need to be always in love instead of just offering love?
Why we try to be fulfilled
by finding the ideal exception of every human belief?
I want to cry
I pray to god to give me some tears
please god, you, that you give tears to the poor
to the people that their families die
You that you leave the children die
You that you protect the lie
please god give me some tears
and I will buy you a big candle just to thank you
please god, don’t cry, I’ll buy you a big car
and a house in the countryside with a huge swimming pool
and many slaves to serve you until the very moment they die.
I want to read out loud English poetry but my accent is awful,
I want to cry
I want to sing my greatest song but my voice is shameful,
I want to cry
my father never told me he loves me,
I want to cry
one hundred people died today in a virtual explosion, it’s Christmas,
I want to cry
the Germans hate the Greeks and vise versa,
I want to cry.
Syrians in search of asylum drowning in the big blue,
I hear them cry, I want to cry.
It’s raining again in London,
oh, dear London I’m begging you, stop crying.
When I was young I saved some tears
in case I would stop crying
I put them inside a small bottle and let them in a cold place
sometimes I open my bottle and I hear the sound
of misery combined with happiness.
When I was young I saved some years,
in case I would stop leaving.
Now I fell down from my memory bike,
my heart hurts a lot, it feels like a strike
I cross my legs in the shape of a cross
and I pray for my heart to resurrect
oh, look, finally I am crying!
Look, mother earth,
can you hear me mom, can you hear me dad
listen my love
thank you god I am crying
I’ll bring you your presents when I die
I’m so happy now; I feel the air collapsing in fear
this fucking wind is driving me crazy
I’ll save this fear in my bottle of tears, for a couple of years.
May 02, 2016
Impossible base
The leader of loneliness appeared again
he took some sand and a bit of water
and built an anonymous inexistence base
inside my head and throughout my veins.
The leader of loneliness appeared again
I am trying to escape from him
but the empty room will not let me forget
last night I slept next to an empty half of bed.
The leader of loneliness appeared again
scratching the walls to remind me
that there is no need to cut my nails
If there is nobody there to hurt with them.
The leader of loneliness appeared again
there is nothing possible to win the impossible
seven thousand people equals to zero voice
if I close my eyes and they convert to just noise.
The leader of loneliness is checking the time
it’s already late for him to go and hide
for some reason I feel like fancying him tonight
I throw the knife away and I destroy the base.
May 03, 2016
Dreamless
And what if you open a dream
and it is empty inside?
And what about cleaning the dust
of a freaky desire?
Bringing my sympathy inside your needs
is going to make you sleep dreamless.
Accepting the weight of a heavy star,
the sky would be full of wishes.
Your silence is a strong pain under my ears
all I need is just a word to put on bed my fears.
Give me a kiss and I’ll crash your denial kit,
you can cry on my solder if you wish
I’ll be by your side, I’ll never quit
oh god, You are so sweet!
May 04, 2016
Clever fish
I write in white paper
the silence is so real
in a black star.
Crumb in the guns
the crust anathema
the hands unwashed.
Roots in my land
branches in your air
I reap logs.
It is snowing again
the eyes are all shut
and the flies are dead.
The respiration is wet
the glass is rounded
this fish must be clever.
May 05, 2016
White memory loss
This is the last line for tonight.
My emotions are not in line with my needs.
Should I sniff it now or should I leave it for tomorrow?
As the Lord and my mother would say
“Don’t leave for tomorrow, what you can do today”.
I agree that Lord was a junkie but my mom is just fat
and I’ m in front of a white memory loss, hungry as a rat.
My friend has just jumped from the window and I’m so upset,
he left it open and the wind blew my shit away.
Now it’s all mixed with the grains of dust
and his untold goodbye
People are screaming, I hear them crying,
why they just don’t shut up!
I need a line, I know he had more in his pocket
fucking idiot, why he jumped without leaving me the stuff!
I ware my dress, red wine with dark stripes, maybe black,
I fix my hair and make up my cheeks
I look healthy now or maybe blue.
I run to him, he is surrounded of many freaks
with families and kids,
they look my feet, I have no shoes,
I slapped him once and took his shorts
left him naked like he left me,
his small dick will be the front page of all papers tomorrow
he always wanted to be famous the selfish cunt.
I go back to my flat, me, my rat and the pockets of the dead,
there was nothing in there “look better” I said to myself
and there it was, a beautiful feminine line
dressed like winter -sunny outside and cloudy inside- ,
this is the last of the last
I’ll obey the Lord, I’ll obey my mom
“Don’t leave for tomorrow, what you can do today”.
I agree that Lord was a junkie but my mom is just fat
and I’ m in front of a white memory loss, hungry as a rat.
Copyright ©2016 Artemios Moulos. All Rights Reserved.
(May 01 - 05)
May 01, 2016
I want to cry
My life is so wonderful, so nice and so meaningful
I don’t know how I became the perfect example,
the prototype of something called happiness,
smiling to death gives me a fake charisma.
But I, I know myself a bit more than I need him
I know that there is a thing that I really miss,
once I hated but now I need it
I miss crying like I miss my sister who is far away
I miss the desperate screams for something
I wanted too much and couldn’t have
I want to cry again and again,
I want to liberate all the spread parts of my insane inside.
Today I met myself in the elevator,
-the one I know and not the one I now explore-,
he just said “hello” to me and I got scared and I said
“oh my god you scared me”
I went out to smoke a cigarette
to think of the reason why I can’t cry.
Why we need to be always in love instead of just offering love?
Why we try to be fulfilled
by finding the ideal exception of every human belief?
I want to cry
I pray to god to give me some tears
please god, you, that you give tears to the poor
to the people that their families die
You that you leave the children die
You that you protect the lie
please god give me some tears
and I will buy you a big candle just to thank you
please god, don’t cry, I’ll buy you a big car
and a house in the countryside with a huge swimming pool
and many slaves to serve you until the very moment they die.
I want to read out loud English poetry but my accent is awful,
I want to cry
I want to sing my greatest song but my voice is shameful,
I want to cry
my father never told me he loves me,
I want to cry
one hundred people died today in a virtual explosion, it’s Christmas,
I want to cry
the Germans hate the Greeks and vise versa,
I want to cry.
Syrians in search of asylum drowning in the big blue,
I hear them cry, I want to cry.
It’s raining again in London,
oh, dear London I’m begging you, stop crying.
When I was young I saved some tears
in case I would stop crying
I put them inside a small bottle and let them in a cold place
sometimes I open my bottle and I hear the sound
of misery combined with happiness.
When I was young I saved some years,
in case I would stop leaving.
Now I fell down from my memory bike,
my heart hurts a lot, it feels like a strike
I cross my legs in the shape of a cross
and I pray for my heart to resurrect
oh, look, finally I am crying!
Look, mother earth,
can you hear me mom, can you hear me dad
listen my love
thank you god I am crying
I’ll bring you your presents when I die
I’m so happy now; I feel the air collapsing in fear
this fucking wind is driving me crazy
I’ll save this fear in my bottle of tears, for a couple of years.
May 02, 2016
Impossible base
The leader of loneliness appeared again
he took some sand and a bit of water
and built an anonymous inexistence base
inside my head and throughout my veins.
The leader of loneliness appeared again
I am trying to escape from him
but the empty room will not let me forget
last night I slept next to an empty half of bed.
The leader of loneliness appeared again
scratching the walls to remind me
that there is no need to cut my nails
If there is nobody there to hurt with them.
The leader of loneliness appeared again
there is nothing possible to win the impossible
seven thousand people equals to zero voice
if I close my eyes and they convert to just noise.
The leader of loneliness is checking the time
it’s already late for him to go and hide
for some reason I feel like fancying him tonight
I throw the knife away and I destroy the base.
May 03, 2016
Dreamless
And what if you open a dream
and it is empty inside?
And what about cleaning the dust
of a freaky desire?
Bringing my sympathy inside your needs
is going to make you sleep dreamless.
Accepting the weight of a heavy star,
the sky would be full of wishes.
Your silence is a strong pain under my ears
all I need is just a word to put on bed my fears.
Give me a kiss and I’ll crash your denial kit,
you can cry on my solder if you wish
I’ll be by your side, I’ll never quit
oh god, You are so sweet!
May 04, 2016
Clever fish
I write in white paper
the silence is so real
in a black star.
Crumb in the guns
the crust anathema
the hands unwashed.
Roots in my land
branches in your air
I reap logs.
It is snowing again
the eyes are all shut
and the flies are dead.
The respiration is wet
the glass is rounded
this fish must be clever.
May 05, 2016
White memory loss
This is the last line for tonight.
My emotions are not in line with my needs.
Should I sniff it now or should I leave it for tomorrow?
As the Lord and my mother would say
“Don’t leave for tomorrow, what you can do today”.
I agree that Lord was a junkie but my mom is just fat
and I’ m in front of a white memory loss, hungry as a rat.
My friend has just jumped from the window and I’m so upset,
he left it open and the wind blew my shit away.
Now it’s all mixed with the grains of dust
and his untold goodbye
People are screaming, I hear them crying,
why they just don’t shut up!
I need a line, I know he had more in his pocket
fucking idiot, why he jumped without leaving me the stuff!
I ware my dress, red wine with dark stripes, maybe black,
I fix my hair and make up my cheeks
I look healthy now or maybe blue.
I run to him, he is surrounded of many freaks
with families and kids,
they look my feet, I have no shoes,
I slapped him once and took his shorts
left him naked like he left me,
his small dick will be the front page of all papers tomorrow
he always wanted to be famous the selfish cunt.
I go back to my flat, me, my rat and the pockets of the dead,
there was nothing in there “look better” I said to myself
and there it was, a beautiful feminine line
dressed like winter -sunny outside and cloudy inside- ,
this is the last of the last
I’ll obey the Lord, I’ll obey my mom
“Don’t leave for tomorrow, what you can do today”.
I agree that Lord was a junkie but my mom is just fat
and I’ m in front of a white memory loss, hungry as a rat.
Copyright ©2016 Artemios Moulos. All Rights Reserved.
Jade-Pandora said:Oh Oxy, you did it, how you finished the WriMo with your sixth and final entry, carrying your daughter along the home stretch, the pennants honoring you both in the breeze.
--Jade
Thanks to you Jade, because of your inspiration, I finally found the courage to talk about Vera.
With this competition, I did challanged my self.
Whatever the result, I am already endebted.
My heartfelt gratitude Jade
--Jade
Thanks to you Jade, because of your inspiration, I finally found the courage to talk about Vera.
With this competition, I did challanged my self.
Whatever the result, I am already endebted.
My heartfelt gratitude Jade
